9. Unique
"It's ugly!"
Le rolled his eyes at his hormonal wife. "It's not ugly. It's... unique."
"It's ugly," Reyna replied adamantly, hands on her bulging stomach, staring at the wall. "We are not keeping it."
"It's different," Leo protested, staring at the same spot on the wall. "But our baby girl will love it, I'm sure."
"Boy, Leo, we're having a boy."
"She'll giggle every times she sees it," Leo continued, ignoring his wife's pointed look. "And you'll be happy I picked this up."
This was a painting Leo had gotten from his old friend Rachel Elizabeth Dare about an hour ago. It was a painting of a hillside, with long grass. A blue sky and sunlight shone above the distant horizon and the main focus of the painting was a group of satyrs frolicking in the grass surrounded by dryads. One satyr was placing a flower crown on a giggling wood nymph's head.
Leo loved it.
Reyna... not so much.
"We are not placing this in Victor's room." Reyna said. "No way."
"First of all, there's no way we are naming our kid Victor, especially since he is going to be a she."
"We are having a boy." Reyna stressed, looking at him with a fond smile playing at the corner of her lips.
"We don't know what we're having," Leo pointed out smartly, "since we decided to wait until our kid was born for it to be a surprise. I made sure this painting suited both genders." He said with a proud smile, immensely satsified with himself. "And I told you, I'm 87% certain we're having a girl."
Reyna decided to once again be the adult and once again lay the old argument to rest. She turned her attention back to the picture. "I will not have a painting of faun's as a piece of decoration in our son's room."
"There's dryads too!" Leo said. "And I like it, so it stays."
"Leo-."
"It stays." He said, his tone and eyes serious. He reached out his hand to place it on her bulging stomach, rubbing his thumb back and forth over her sweater dress. "Whoever's in there," he said, staring at her stomach. "They'll love it."
There was no more arguing about the painting.